Post by Jo Lynn Ehnes on Dec 7, 2008 21:28:47 GMT -5
Pantoum Sonnet has the elements of a Sonnet, i.e. iambic pentameter, 10 syllables per line, 3 quartrains and an ending couplet. Yet also combines the structure of a Pantoum with the repetitive lines, thus, the combined structure of a Pantoum Sonnet is as follows:
14 lines A1B1A2B2/ B1C1B2C2/ C1D1C2D2/ A1A2
Okay decided to give some freedom to the form.
Revision 2
How could I know
when granting him a title, ‘true-bred knight’,
that through the drifts of time I’d find him not.
I’d prayed nobility would harbor light,
but in disguise he hid the power sought.
Through drifts of time I found that he was not
a gentle man who’d focus on his wife.
A ripped disguise revealed the power sought,
and love once shared was fractured, losing life.
A wretched man lost focus on his wife,
collective dreams became a minute goal.
The love once shared was battered, gave its life,
that night he summoned hate and lost control.
I granted him the title, ‘true-bred knight’,
in hopes nobility would harbor light.
Revision
How could I know…
I granted him the title ‘true-bred knight’.
As drifts of time advanced I found him not,
yet prayed nobility would harbor light.
Disguised, he laughed, and hid the power sought.
As drifts of time advanced I found him not
to be a man who’d focus on his wife.
Disguise was torn, I viewed the power sought.
The love we shared was tarnished, losing life.
To be a man who’d focus on his wife,
collective dreams would be his greatest goal.
But love once shared was battered, gave its life,
that night he summoned hate and lost control.
I granted him the title ‘true-bred knight’,
in hopes nobility would harbor light.
Original
How could I know…
I thought him sanctioned as my truest knight.
As drifts of time advanced I found him not
a noble gentleman enwrapped by light.
Disguise was worn to hide the power sought.
As drifts of time advanced I found him not
to be a man who’d focus on his wife,
disguise was torn that hid the power sought.
The love we shared was battered, lost its life.
To be a man who’d focus on his wife,
collective dreams would be his greatest goal.
The love we shared was battered, lost its life,
that night he summoned hate and lost control.
I thought him sanctioned as my truest knight,
a noble gentleman enwrapped by light.
14 lines A1B1A2B2/ B1C1B2C2/ C1D1C2D2/ A1A2
Okay decided to give some freedom to the form.
Revision 2
How could I know
when granting him a title, ‘true-bred knight’,
that through the drifts of time I’d find him not.
I’d prayed nobility would harbor light,
but in disguise he hid the power sought.
Through drifts of time I found that he was not
a gentle man who’d focus on his wife.
A ripped disguise revealed the power sought,
and love once shared was fractured, losing life.
A wretched man lost focus on his wife,
collective dreams became a minute goal.
The love once shared was battered, gave its life,
that night he summoned hate and lost control.
I granted him the title, ‘true-bred knight’,
in hopes nobility would harbor light.
Revision
How could I know…
I granted him the title ‘true-bred knight’.
As drifts of time advanced I found him not,
yet prayed nobility would harbor light.
Disguised, he laughed, and hid the power sought.
As drifts of time advanced I found him not
to be a man who’d focus on his wife.
Disguise was torn, I viewed the power sought.
The love we shared was tarnished, losing life.
To be a man who’d focus on his wife,
collective dreams would be his greatest goal.
But love once shared was battered, gave its life,
that night he summoned hate and lost control.
I granted him the title ‘true-bred knight’,
in hopes nobility would harbor light.
Original
How could I know…
I thought him sanctioned as my truest knight.
As drifts of time advanced I found him not
a noble gentleman enwrapped by light.
Disguise was worn to hide the power sought.
As drifts of time advanced I found him not
to be a man who’d focus on his wife,
disguise was torn that hid the power sought.
The love we shared was battered, lost its life.
To be a man who’d focus on his wife,
collective dreams would be his greatest goal.
The love we shared was battered, lost its life,
that night he summoned hate and lost control.
I thought him sanctioned as my truest knight,
a noble gentleman enwrapped by light.